Diamonds are not forever
Diamonds are not foreverDo you know, what a young man will do
Just so, you may wear some baling or two.
Stooped low, knee deep in muddy rivers, he will go
Digging in the wilting heat, just so he may eat.
A stipend of only seven cents a day, barely enough
To get himself a bowl of porridge, to see him through the day
And yet he returns each morning, and begins another day
To continue his relentless digging,for the diamond,that might come his way.
It is a chance for a better tomorrow, no matter what anyone says,
He is oldest of six children; three have already died from disease.
He will keep hunting for the one thing that could transform his life
Moreover, the lives of his family and village and finally set them free.
For much of his families future rests on his prospects.
He knows it will not be easy, but he has to do what he can.
By: Mary A. Eaton
(c) 2009
{ $60 billion a year diamond industry which has built its growth on dreams of love rather than of raw survival}
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